Marvel: My Sign-in System

Looking down at the raging monster on the street below, Natasha's bright eyes narrowed, filled with restrained hatred. Yelena's voice broke the tense silence, cutting through the chaos.

"Wow," Yelena began, her tone laced with sarcasm, "according to the dynamic data analysis scan, this guy is six feet eight inches tall, weighs about 980 pounds, has single-arm strength clocking in at roughly 300 tons, and is covered in some kind of scale-like armor for defense."

She paused, then added with a grin, "His speed, jumping ability, and explosive power? Simply beyond my understanding. Well... except for you, of course."

"From the looks of it, this big guy is stronger than the green monster."

"Do you want to change your target?" Yelena asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No need," Natasha replied calmly, her voice like ice. "This thing is at best an inferior product. His mind is nothing but destruction and a desire for more destruction. Compared to Bruce Banner, he's more suited to be a sparring pet."

"Sparring pet?!" Yelena exclaimed incredulously. "That guy's one-arm strength is over 300 tons."

"And so is mine," Natasha said simply.

"Well," Yelena muttered under her breath, "I'm not quite there yet."

"That makes him perfect as a sparring partner," Natasha continued without missing a beat.

Yelena smirked. "Why don't you ask him if he's interested? I'm pretty sure he'll be furious."

"He should consider it the greatest stroke of luck that he's still breathing," Natasha replied coldly, her tone flat but dripping with menace.

Natasha wasn't sentimental about death; she'd seen too much of it, lived through too much to be moved by loss. Her heart had hardened over time, but she still carried a strong moral core. However, as she surveyed the carnage below—police officers and innocent bystanders alike lying lifeless in the wake of the monster's rampage—her anger flared.

In her mind, she had already sentenced the creature to death. But before delivering the execution, she would wring every ounce of usefulness from him. The thought was fleeting, but her resolve remained firm.

Below, the monster—"Hatred" as some called him—continued to roar and thrash wildly, demolishing everything in his path. Natasha tore her gaze away from the destruction and looked skyward.

Her sharp eyes caught sight of an armed helicopter and a Quinjet fighter cutting through the air. From what she saw and heard, she already pieced together who was aboard each aircraft. The helicopter likely carried Ross, Betty, and Bruce Banner. But what truly caught her attention were the figures on the Quinjet.

Natasha's eyes narrowed. Spider-Man, Peter Parker, was there—alongside Bloody Mary, who had been off the grid for the last two or three months. The unexpected reunion gave her pause, and she momentarily suppressed her initial plan to act.

Yelena broke the silence with a smirk. "What's the matter? Just gonna sit back and watch the fun?"

"The best way to recruit him is to make him feel safe."

"Um, you might want to be careful then. This street is a busy area. If you're caught, you'll definitely lose everything," Yelena teased with a smirk.

Natasha rolled her eyes but didn't respond. Instead, she frowned, her gaze fixed on the sky. Onboard the armed helicopter, Bruce Banner appeared frail and was engaged in a conversation with Ross. Meanwhile, the Quinjet's fighter bay doors opened, and two figures leaped out: Peter Parker and Bloody Mary.

Bloody Mary retained her signature look—blood-red hair, black leather armor with a white lining, and her jeans torn to reveal one leg clad in fishnet stockings. Peter, however, had abandoned his classic Spider-Man suit. Instead, he wore S.H.I.E.L.D.'s black Kevlar combat gear, giving him a starkly different demeanor.

The change in Peter was striking. His once energetic, cheerful persona—the Spider-Man who swung tirelessly above New York City—was replaced by a somber, weathered expression. His silent and distant gaze hinted at something buried deep within him.

In the past two months, Natasha hadn't paid much attention to Spider-Man's activities. Wanda had only mentioned him briefly before heading to Kamar-Taj to study white magic. Out of curiosity, Natasha had asked Yelena to investigate.

Thanks to artificial intelligence, the investigation progressed quickly. When Yelena reported her findings about the events two or three months prior, Natasha found herself deep in thought. Watching Spider-Man descend using a parachute, Natasha pieced things together.

"Because of self-denial, his abilities have deteriorated?" Natasha mused quietly. "Falling into self-doubt and self-blame… has S.H.I.E.L.D. exploited this? A despicable tactic, but it's exactly what I'd expect from them. They're all the same."

Natasha's eyes remained on Peter and Bloody Mary as they landed. Their arrival didn't draw the attention of Abomination, who was too engrossed in his rampage. Peter surveyed the carnage below, and anger flashed behind the hood that shadowed his face.

"Ms. Mary," Peter called sharply, not rushing forward but instead turning to his companion.

Bloody Mary didn't waste any time. Activating her powers, she shifted positions, and a powerful gravitational force engulfed the area around Abomination. The creature, caught mid-destruction, froze, unable to react as the crushing gravity bore down on him. Even Abomination, known for his immense strength, succumbed to the pain, collapsing to one knee, his chest heaving.

Peter seized the moment, pulling a syringe from his belt and sprinting toward Abomination at full speed. With Bloody Mary maintaining precise control over her gravitational field, Peter aimed to inject the S.H.I.E.L.D.-developed anesthetic into the monster's body.

However, just as Peter got close, Abomination—who had appeared incapacitated—suddenly raised his head. A menacing grin stretched across his face, and in Peter's disbelieving gaze, the beast defied the crushing gravity and stood upright.

With terrifying speed, Abomination swung a massive fist, aiming directly for Peter's head.

Bang!!

Peter was caught off guard and had no time to dodge. Reluctantly, he crossed his arms in front of him to brace for impact. The sheer, terrifying force of Abomination's punch sent Peter hurtling backward like a cannonball.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He crashed through several cars along the way before finally slamming into a shopping mall.

Seeing this, Bloody Mary let out an angry shout, her voice echoing amidst the chaos. She immediately activated her ability again, attempting to suppress Abomination with her gravitational powers. However, the monster, having adapted to the crushing force, remained unfazed.

Instead, Abomination began advancing toward Mary, step by heavy step. Each footfall struck the ground with a deep, resonant "dong, dong" that seemed to echo in Mary's chest like a drumbeat of impending doom.

Mary's heart pounded violently. She could feel the gravity of the situation—literally and figuratively. She understood all too well that she had fallen into a grave crisis.